Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

Zhao Jiaming was furious, but considering that he hadn't found out anything about Lin Mo, he could only suppress his anger for the time being.

He returned the favor with a middle finger and entered the elevator cursing.

Lin Mo turned around and went back to the private room, sitting down opposite Xin Lu.

Xin Lu pushed the menu in front of him, her expression had returned to normal, except that her eyes were still slightly red, and there was no trace of the embarrassment of being pulled by the hair just now.

"Take a look and see what you'd like to eat, order whatever you like."

Lin Mo didn't stand on ceremony and ordered all the signature dishes from the menu.

Xin Lu ordered another bottle of 1982 Lafite. While waiting for the dishes to be served, she got up and sat down next to Lin Mo, personally pouring him a cup of tea, her voice more intimate than before:

"Thank you for your help earlier."

"You're welcome, we're friends."

"Um."

Upon hearing Lin Mo say that the two were friends, Xin Lu smiled, a hint of joy flashing across her face.

The dishes were served quickly.

The standards of this top-tier restaurant are truly exceptional. The steak was cooked to perfection, the lobster meat was springy and sweet, and the dessert was so rich in layers that it felt like a concert in your mouth.

Lin Mo didn't care about table manners and ate heartily.

Xin Lu slowly and methodically cut the steak, occasionally placing a piece of food on Lin Mo's plate.

"Dr. Lin, how about some red wine?"

Xin Lu handed over a stemmed glass, the Lafite inside gleaming like a deep ruby ​​under the light.

"Okay! We're friends now, just call me Xiao Mo."

Lin Mo took the glass of wine, took a big gulp, and smacked his lips.

The famous 1982 Lafite tasted almost no different from a bottle of red wine that costs tens of yuan in the supermarket. Maybe his taste buds weren't at that level yet.

"Okay, then I'll call you Xiao Mo from now on."

Xin Lu brushed a stray hair behind her ear, took a small sip of her wine, and a faint blush gradually rose on her cheeks, whether from the alcohol or something else, she couldn't tell.

After a few rounds of dinner, Xin Lu's face flushed with the alcohol, and she became bolder.

She put down her wine glass, turned her head to look at Lin Mo, nudged his leg with her foot, and her gaze held a hint of probing:

"Xiao Mo, do you have a girlfriend?"

Lin Mo didn't rush to answer, but turned his head and looked her up and down.

Xin Lu wore a black satin jumpsuit today, with a beige trench coat on top, black stockings on her legs, and strappy sandals on her feet. Her ankles were slender, and the dark red nail polish on her toes was faintly visible through the toe caps.

She was ripe, but not as overtly alluring as Chen Ting. Her sensuality was hidden beneath the clean lines of the satin fabric, a subtle fragrance that could only be seen upon closer inspection.

Seeing Lin Mo staring at her, Xin Lu nervously started fidgeting with her fingers.

She's been known as a staunch non-marriage advocate for so many years, and while suitors lined up to pursue her, she never gave a second glance to any of them.

It's not that she has high standards, it's that she really looks down on those second-generation rich kids who rely on their family background to get by.

But Lin Mo was different. He was handsome and roguish, capable, and dared to stand up for her. Moreover, he impressed even the old man with his medical skills. She had never met another person like him.

"Not at the moment. What, Sister Lu, do you want to introduce someone to me?"

Lin Mo looked away, picked up his wine glass, and took another sip.

He wasn't entirely lying. Yang Liu, Chen Ting, Su Qing, Lin Qingyue, and Long Qingxue were all women he had relationships with, but none of them were officially in a romantic relationship. In name, he was indeed single.

"Hmm~"

Under the influence of alcohol, Xin Lu mustered her courage and looked directly into his eyes.

"So what do you think of my sister?"

"Not bad. She's pretty and has a healthy glow."

Lin Mo put down his wine glass, changed the subject, and spoke as casually as if he were commenting on a dish.

"However, I don't plan to be in a relationship for the time being."

The first half of the sentence made Xin Lu's heart skip a beat, while the second half made her heart sink to the bottom.

A few seconds of silence followed at the dinner table. Xin Lu picked up her wine glass, took a large gulp, poured herself another, and pressed on, unwilling to give up:

"So when do you plan to talk?"

Lin Mo slowly finished chewing the steak in his mouth, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then spoke:

"I prefer to do things first and talk about them later. If we get along well and it's a good fit, I'll naturally consider it."

Xin Lu froze for a second, then her cheeks flushed red, even her ears turned crimson.

The phrase "do it first, talk about it later" circled in her mind twice, each time making her more certain that she hadn't misunderstood it.

She lowered her eyelashes, her fingers unconsciously stroking the stem of the wine glass, silently cursing the scumbag in her heart!

But for some reason, she just couldn't bring herself to hate this scumbag.

Lin Mo said no more and continued eating.

He is destined to have many women, and he cannot make any promises to Xinlu, as that would be unfair to the other women.

After finishing their meal, Xin Lu paid the bill by card, and the two walked out of the restaurant side by side.

She drove Lin Mo back to the gold shop to pick up his electric scooter. Before parting, her face was still flushed. She said, "I'll call you when the silver arrives," and then hurriedly got into the car.

Lin Mo rode his electric scooter home. A cool breeze blew on his face. As he rode, he thought about things. This electric scooter was fine for one person, but it was embarrassing to pick up or drop off people. In the future, he would have more and more women around him, and it would be inconvenient not to have a proper vehicle.

"Hire a driver?"

As soon as the thought popped into his head, he continued to think about it.

The driver must be someone you know, preferably one of the women you trust.

He flipped through the list in his mind, took out his phone, and dialed Lin Qingyue's number.

"Qingyue, can you drive?"

"No, brother. What's wrong?"

Lin Qingyue's soft voice came through the receiver, with background noise:

You love me, I love you, sweet love in Harbin...

They are probably working part-time.

"It's okay, I'm planning to buy a car, but I don't have a driver's license, so I'd like to find a driver."

"Oh, my mom has a driver's license, but she's been sick for a long time and hasn't driven. Is that okay?"

Lin Mo's eyes lit up.

Su Qing has just recovered from her illness and needs to find something to do, so having her drive is indeed suitable.

Moreover, given her current physical condition and the completion of her rehabilitation training, being idle every day would only make her more prone to overthinking.

More importantly, Lin Qingyue's family had a heavy financial burden, and Su Qing's work helped alleviate some of that burden, which could be considered as him indirectly helping the mother and daughter.

"Sure, you'll get the hang of it gradually."

"Okay, I'll tell my mom when I'm done with this."

"No need, I don't have anything to do right now, I'll just go talk to Auntie."

"Okay, then drive carefully."

Lin Mo hung up the phone, twisted the throttle of his electric scooter, and rode towards Lin Qingyue's house.

Meanwhile, in the inpatient building of Dajiang City People's Hospital, Han Yue came out of the archives room, holding two copies of medical records that had just been retrieved.

Duan Xing, male, 20 years old, died en route to the hospital from acute myocardial infarction.

Chen Jing, male, 41 years old, died of acute cerebral infarction despite all efforts to save him.

Neither of them had a medical history before their deaths, and their families stated that the deceased had been in good health recently and showed no abnormalities.

She tucked the two medical records side by side into the file folder, preparing to go to the cardiology department to ask the attending physician for a supplementary consultation. As she reached the elevator, the elevator door in front of her opened with a "ding," and two caregivers rushed out pushing an emergency bed.

The man lying on the bed had a bluish-purple face and cyanotic lips. His shirt had been cut open, revealing the electrodes of an electrocardiogram monitor on his bare chest, the connecting wires swaying with the jolting of the emergency bed.

A doctor straddled the bed, continuously performing chest compressions, sweat rolling down his forehead as he mechanically recited data.

Han Yue subconsciously stepped aside to make way, her gaze sweeping over the face of the person on the bed.

Zhao Jiaming!